Chapter 6 Dog Gundar and the Moon Ship
Iron-Blooded
Primarch’s Private Workroom
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“How can you be embarrassed! You are now So beautiful, so handsome! Let me tell you, you must be very popular in Fenris, not to mention Terra..."
The dog interrupted him coldly, "——The iron ring should be here, let them in."
Hearing this, Lamizane pretended to snap his fingers, and the two tall steel buildings slid from the slide. People came in through the center of the open door.
"There are no wolves in Fenris, but only one dog." Perturabo said succinctly, ending the topic.
He jumped on the workbench and directed the Iron Ring soldiers to move to the location he needed.
Since the impressive gang-hopping encounter in the galaxy that must not be named, the Iron Lord has only been willing to use this kind of intelligently controlled robot that he personally improved and added many "little secret" technologies as his weapon. Guard.
A large number of Iron Ring mechs under the direct control of the Daemon Primarch himself not only replaced his Primarch Guards, but also replaced a large part of the work of the ship's personnel.
The amount of data is so large that Lamizane has not dared to sink into the sea of data again since he set most of the systems in enhanced self-discipline mode under the guidance of Perturabo. And the sequelae was retching for a long time.
“If my warriors have hearts of steel, then you are almost the opposite, Lamizane.”
“Don’t ask that of an ataxic lying flat librarian. "
According to their private testing, Perturabo's current form cannot directly control these loyal programming machines. Only Lamizane, who uses Perturabo's body, can use the originally designed signal. Circuits can be preset, have their permissions changed, or be slightly manipulated, just as Perturabo himself intended when he created them.
——Although the person involved now regrets it, regrets it very much, and really does not leave a backdoor, even if he wants to modify and connect to his current signal, this is naturally something that cannot be admitted.
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Taking the milk-sweetened and sugar-free Reca coffee at just the right temperature from the iron ring soldier, Lamizane once again refreshed his mind on the nutritional analysis and nutrition analysis on the screen. The health alert recommends disposing of it in a recycling area.
Then he took a swig of the hot drink with satisfaction. ——It’s good to have a body where you don’t have to worry about health problems.
“Why did you call them in?”
Perturabo gave him a sideways look, no matter how gloomy his expression actually was, it was always not obvious on the face of a furry border collie.
“Tear down one to make some suitable transportation machinery, and the other can be used as my assistant - as long as you can do some serious work, I will no longer have to move around in that simple backpack.”< br>
"Well... let me see, are you sure it's okay to let them dismantle themselves? I understand your technologies and circuits, uh, at least I can understand the principles, thank you LOGOS."
" ...It's an outrageous waste. You're using my body in vain, but you can't even make a simple talking device. My hoop is much better than yours. Tsk, I'm really tired of having to go through this kind of transfer. It’s an inefficient approach.”
Lami Zane looked curiously at the inside of the opened iron ring while helping Bian Mu.
"Uhhhhhh?!"
"Can you stop making such fussy duck calls? Hand the single-molecule scalpel and laser soldering iron to my assistant."
"Why do you still have wet parts in this iron ring?!"
"Otherwise? Come on, move your legs and soak it in the culture tank over there."
"...Seriously, why are you more disciplined than a certain loyal legion in this regard?"
"Shut up."
After a while of dismantling and reassembly, Perturabo had a modified special-purpose mech similar to a fearless structure.
Not only does its original hub retain some of its autonomous auxiliary functions, it has also been modified into a crew cabin with a detachable helmet, which is just enough to accommodate a body the size of a border collie. The helmet looks pretty much like that.
The dog shook its body from scratch with satisfaction in Lamizane's amazing praise, shaking off the metal dust on its fur, then wagging its tail, jumping into the driver's seat with great strides, and Close the passenger compartment and start testing performance.
The results of tests such as speed, reaction, and firepower are barely acceptable: in addition to powerful fire control and weapons systems, this autonomous walking machine has also been equipped with a series of life-support devices and hand-type input speakers. , currently has two sets of interchangeable shells, one that can be blended into the Iron Ring Guard's intelligent robot shell, and one that can allow the Shepherd to disguise itself as an ancient Contemptor Dreadnought when needed. As for why it is necessary to add a fearless option instead of simply disguising as a mech... Even Perturabo must admit that it is difficult for an abhorrent intelligence that acts independently to communicate normally with other people when necessary, even Chaos.
While carving the name of the Dreadnought Shell, Perturabo pondered and carved Kaidomo.
“Whose name is this?” Lamizane asked curiously. He recalled the Iron Warriors he knew, and there seemed to be no one with this name.
"...You don't need to know." Perturabo said expressionlessly, while quickly adding the name and the forged resume to the large database, "This Dreadnought is now marked as being in the hangar. Sleep, and we can pretend to wake up next time we need it."
"Congratulations, congratulations on your new Gundam with a replacement skin... No, the new walking power armor, Perturabo. In addition, I have transmitted the navigation data to the captain as you requested.”
Lamizane, who was forcefully asked to stop and observe the entire learning process, carefully rubbed his eyelids with his fingertips.
“Aren’t you really tired of having to worry about so much before? Even if most of them have changed to self-discipline monitoring mode, there is still too much information flowing into the head and visual interface every minute, making it difficult to I've been feeling sleepy," he muttered, downing his ninth cup of hot Reca coffee.
"'My' body simply cannot get tired so easily. This is an illusion of weakness caused by your soul not being strong enough. You need to remember: IRONWITHIN, IRONWITHOUT!"< br>
Border Shepherd Perturabo's brown almond-shaped eyes once again shot out a look that was as blazing as the explosion of a new star.
“…It’s really foul for dogs to have super bright stars. I mean, you have no idea how charming and cute you are now.”
"Charming and cute have never been my options." The dog said very coldly, "Don't()()()talk like Fulgrim."
He lowered his head and opened the data pad. , and start clicking on the list.
“After spending so long in the Eye of Fear, there are not many people who are even slightly trustworthy. Besides, there is no need to bring anyone who is not necessary. Soltarn and the others have no problem for the time being. Da, Hongsuo... is indeed very smart about survival. He did not get those inanimate people and messy things on board this time. Next, we will jump out of the Eye of Terror and find a place where the Iron Blood needs supplies. There are many places for supplies, soldiers, water, various materials..."
The Fourth Primarch (body) leaned on the sofa and shook his coffee cup, making a regretful gesture when he heard this.
“But any imperial world that sees the Iron Blood will only send us a round of orbital defense fire, and then start to shake people desperately - oh, in the local language, it is to call any nearby navy. , Orders, and Chapters. Could it be that we are looking for a Black Mechanicus forge world? The shipyard repairs there will only make the Ironblood look like a more attractive target for the Imperial Navy's firepower."
"Of course not in a place like that. The Iron-Blooded must use some unconventional means to disguise itself. I don't want to let those maintenance technicians who always like to add crazy changes and have poor skills come into contact with it. By the way, that Imperial Navigator When in position, I didn’t see him on the key location monitoring list.” The dog sat in his new cockpit tapping his paws, his tail slapping occasionally.
Although he didn't admit it, there was no doubt that having something that could monitor everyone on the ship without having to look up and use a dog's paw to control it kept Perturabo in a good mood.
"Hmm... I haven't seen him yet, but Honso said he has a way of making people obey."
"Although he is very disrespectful to his genetic father , but Honsou is indeed a capable warrior." The sheepdog knocked on the input device hard, as if it was someone's chest.
"By the way," Lamizane suddenly sat up, "Can your demonic body exist in the real galaxy..."
"The four-legged body I temporarily live in can serve as an anchor and..." Perturabo responded without raising his head.
Then the original body slowly fell into the embrace of the sofa, and the second half of Bian Mu's words turned into inaudible mumbling.
"Let's go here first." He tapped a few keys with the tip of his claws and selected a navigation route map to a trading port in a certain edge star region.
"Let me see, the distance is about right... But are you sure that a Glory Queen-class battleship can appear in such a swaggering place?"
Border Shepherd Perturabo's face suddenly changed. He showed a strange expression, which Lamizane was sure was a proud smile, because his ears stood up excitedly and his tail was wagging.
"Glory Queen-class battleships can't do it, but moon-class modified barges can."
Nothing today, there will be tomorrow-V-
Interested readers can guess where they will appear next Sector-W-
(End of this chapter)